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The Hunting Cabin – A Halloween Story

Halloween, in some form, exists in all cultures. Four couples spending an evening at a remote hunting cabin on a lake find out what the last full moon before the snow times meant to the peoples who inhabited the land “before the war.”

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Property of Devil’s Outlaws (Part 1)

A beautiful 24-year-old Asian girl goes on vacation but gets lost in a small town and quickly kidnapped by a ruthless and violent biker gang. She struggles to survive as they turn her into their personal fuck-toy, beating and raping her constantly.

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Club Fatale, Pt. 2

Club Fatale, Pt. 2
Chapter Three – Rise and Shine
I woke with an extreme discomfort in my groin. Something was encasing my cock. I rolled over and my cock slid from Karina’s mouth. Her head flopped around, limply, and her eyes were open and lifeless, staring at me.
“Good morning, sleepyhead!” came Jana’s chipper voice.
She came to my side of the bed and kissed me on the lips.
“What the fuck happened?” I asked Jana.
“To my sister, Karina? I’m afraid that you snuffed her in the night without knowing after you fell asleep with your cock in her throat. You silly man!”
Snap. I awoke with start.
I was in bed and a pair of red lips was wrapped around the base of my cock. The shaft was buried in Karina’s throat. She was sucking on me and struggling for breath, but was, most definitely, alive.
Too bad, I thought.
I shook my head to clear the dream. My cock was a hard as a rock and I was on the verge of ecstasy. I held Karina to me as I cried out and came, hard. I could feel her swallowing around me for several seconds, downing my seed and then she shuttered and went still.
I pulled out of her unconscious throat. Checked her pulse. She was alive.
The water in the bathroom was running. I got up and investigated. Jana was in there and I joined her. She offered to wash me and I took her up on the offer. Halfway through, I couldn’t stand it anymore. I grabbed Jana, pressed her face to the tiles and fucked her brains out in the steaming shower.
As I was getting dressed, there was a knock at the door.
“Yes,” I called out.
The door opened and I turned to see a knockout.
The woman who entered was lean, with a rangy frame and slender, athletic legs. Six foot tall if she was an inch — she could almost look me directly in the eyes. Long, blonde hair cascaded down her shoulders and Dresden-blue eyes stared into mine with a delicious feeling of intimacy. She wore a white blouse, a tan skirt and a red hat.
The hat was an absurd thing for this day and age, hopelessly outdated, with a wide brim, but she wore it with such panache and style that I felt as if I were the one out of time.
She was, all in all, a glorious sight.
Immediately, images of the things I could do to her started popping into my head.
“Good morning, Mr. Anderson,” the lady said, in a voice rich with emotion. “I trust you slept well, last night?”
“Um, ah, yes,” I stammered.
She held out her hand: “Emmanuelle.”
I took it and held it, delicately. Smiling at her, I couldn’t help but say: “Please tell me that you are another of my gifts, Emmanuelle.”
She smiled and I thought I saw a flattered look.
“I’m afraid not, Mr. Anderson,” she said, fingering something about her neck.
It was then that I realized she was wearing a white collar. She was the property of the Commodore. My thoughts drifted back to Mr. Lloyd saying something about a white-collar being a treat. He hadn’t been joking.
“But I do thank you for the complement,” she said. “It’s been a long time since anyone has said something so nice.”
I blinked and smiled. My ego felt stroked.
“The Commodore wishes to see you this morning,” Emmanuelle said, “and to welcome you to the Island.”
“Let me get my suit jacket,” I said.
“It’s rather warm outside,” she warned. “We are in the tropics.”
“I just can’t meet a man without looking presentable. I’m sorry, but it’s an old business habit.”
“I quite understand.”
She smiled again, and this one touched her eyes in way that I couldn’t describe. If she was free, I’d have asked her out in a second. I could tell that Emmanuelle was a lady of beauty, quality and passion. I had seen women with all these qualities untapped, but with Emmanuelle, they were tapped. She exuded them in the way movie starlets and courtesans did during their best performances.
“I also came to give you these,” she said. She held out a pair of violet-colored collars. Each one bore a silver tag with a number on it: 47. “These are yours for the two Femmes that you have. When you need more, come and see me.”
I took them and replaced the black collars that Jana and Karina currently wore.
“I had been thinking that I would choose another color, Emmanuelle,” I said.
“I do apologize,” she said, “but the Commodore assigns the colors that he wants to his patrons.”
“Does the Commodore assign colors based upon a system?”
She blushed. “I’m afraid that I’m not allowed to say much about that, sir. If you’ll come with me, then?”
A few minutes later, we were zooming across the island campus in a golf cart.
“It’s much easier to get around out this way than in a car,” Emmanuelle said.
“How far is it to the Commodore’s office?”
“Oh, his mansion is on the tall cliff,” she said, and pointed. “It should take us about five minutes.”
We proceeded up the hill and turned onto a small path. In seconds, we were swallowed by the trees. In less than a minute, the air went from tolerable to hot and muggy.
“Tell me about yourself, Emmanuelle,” I said.
“There isn’t much to tell,” she said. “I came here long ago to live with the Commodore. He took me and I have been with him ever since.”
“How old are you?”
“Forty. I came here at fifteen. I was just a slip of a girl, then. The Commodore took a fancy to me and made me one of his wives.”
“You’re married to him?”
“Oh, yes. I gave him three daughters. I dearly love them. But they always have problems with their father. They simply don’t understand his proclivities…”
I thought about what that could mean.
“And what about you, Mr. Anderson, do you have any children?”
“One daughter: Jacqueline,” I said, smiling. “I love her more than anything. I would do anything for her.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry…” Emmanuelle said softly.
“Sorry about what?”
“Ah, I… um, I’m just sorry that you can’t see her right now. It’s hard to be away from the ones that you love.”
“Do you get away much?”
“No,” she said. “I haven’t been off of this island in twenty-five years.”
“Wow,” I said. I didn’t know what else to say.
“I suppose that you don’t understand my life or why someone like the Commodore would want me.”
“Not at all,” I assured her. “Given the chance, I dare say that I would marry you in a heartbeat. I have a penthouse in Manhattan where we could stay. You could rise late every morning and walk to Tiffany’s. I have an account there and they would set you up with anything you desired.”
It was a pleasant fantasy. I smiled at it.
Suddenly, the cart stopped.
Emmanuelle looked at me with her big, violet eyes. They seemed larger than they had, trained upon me now. “Do you really mean that?”
“Of course I do. Did I break some sort of rule by flirting with you, Emmanuelle? I didn’t mean anything by it.”
Emmanuelle pulled off, down a side path and parked.
“That must be the nicest thing that anyone has ever said to me, Mr. Anderson.”
“Evan,” I said. “Call me Evan.”
“Evan,” she repeated in a whisper.
There were tears in Emmanuelle’s eyes and I couldn’t help myself. I brushed them away with my finger. When I touched her face, something happened. The next thing I knew, we were kissing and then tonguing in full-throated passion.
It seemed like hours passed, but it was only seconds and I pulled away.
“Oh, I’m so sorry!” she said.
“No, it’s not you!” I said, quickly. “I was told that white-collars were off limits and I don’t want to get you into trouble.”
“I would risk it for you,” she whispered. “Lean back.”
I did and Emmanuelle attacked my pants. My belt came undone and my hard-on sprang out, firmer than ever before.
“My god,” Emmanuelle whispered, “it’s a masterpiece of cock.”
My ego soared to new heights at her praise. At the same time, just hearing her say the word ‘cock’ made me jump and ooze.
She giggled at my discomfort and said: “Let me help you.”
Emmanuelle’s hand went to my cock. Her thumb and forefinger encircled the base and she closed them, tightened them; started jacking up and down. Waves of pleasure ran up my groin and pre-come oozed from of the head of my cock in copious amounts. In seconds, Emmanuelle’s hand was coated and glistening.
I looked at her and she was a sight. Her tits shook beneath her white blouse as she jacked me with vigor. Her attention was locked on my cock, her face concealed by her hat. All I wanted to do was rip that hat off, tear open her blouse and take her by the face and breasts until I came all over her.
“Oh, god!” I hissed. “I don’t know how much more I can take!”
“Then I must do this rightly,” she said. Tearing the hat from her blonde head, she bent over and took me in-between her red lips. In one stroke she was upon me and I could feel the back of her throat. She slurped once and shutters ran through my body. I struggled to restrain myself. I didn’t want this to ever end. I felt her pull back and then she thrust down again, fucking her face onto my cock.
It was just too much and I came.
I expected her to pull away, but in defiance of all logic, she thrust herself further down, took me all the way in her throat and sucked hard. I had never felt such a sensation: exposed to the vacuum, my come was just gone, swallowed into her stomach in moments of glorious ejaculation.
When my vision finally cleared, I realized that I was holding Emmanuelle’s head to my groin, tightly. There was no way that she could breathe. I released her, but she stayed down on me for several more seconds, sucking the remaining come from my deflating cock. Her blonde hair called to me and I rubbed it, lovingly.
My fingers drifted down to touch the white collar about her slender neck. Nothing was more erotic than fucking a married woman.
Finally, she pulled off, slurping the remaining saliva off of my cock and swallowing it.
I looked at my pants — there wasn’t even a wet stain.
“We have wasted time,” she said. She checked her watch. “Eleven minutes. The Commodore will grow suspicious after fifteen. We have enough time to get there by then, if you can compose yourself, Mr. Anderson.”
“Composing…” I said.
I couldn’t believe that she was so self-assured after what happened. I felt disheveled; embarrassed and guilty.
She saw it and laid a slender hand on my shoulder. That simple touch did more than I could have imagined. I immediately steadied myself.
“Let’s go, Emmanuelle,” I said in a firm voice. “Oh, and it’s Evan. Call me Mr. Anderson again and I will be displeased.”
She smiled and started the cart.
We made it there is thirteen minutes.

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Breathe

Content Warning: This story gets very dark and deals with disturbing themes. Those easily disturbed or dealing with trauma presently might not enjoy this particular story. I tried something new with this and I’d love to hear any feedback you have.

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Samantha’s Dubai Nightmare (Part 03)

A petite, gorgeous 19-year-old blonde American gets lured into working for an escorting agency in Dubai. Once there, she is quickly sold into slavery and forced to serve and pleasure her owner in the most terrible of ways.

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Property of Devil’s Outlaws (Part 3)

A beautiful 24-year-old Asian girl goes on vacation but gets lost in a small town and quickly kidnapped by a ruthless and violent biker gang. She struggles to survive as they turn her into their personal fuck-toy, beating and raping her constantly. Will they eventually demand ransom from her family? Sell her into slavery? Kill her? Her fate may be uncertain, but suffice to say, it likely will not be a happy one.

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A Tragic Love (Part2)

This is part two, If you want to catch up on what is happening here is the link to the first: http://stories.xnxx.com/story/56813/A_tragic_Love Please comment and up vote if you like, part three will come along soon. 🙂

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Innocence Enslaved part 6 (2nd half of chapter 2): Discovery

This is for those who read parts 1-5. I’ll be uploading parts 5 & 6 as a single chapter (chapter 2) soon. Apologies for taking so long. Also if you don’t like it, please say why in the comments so I can improve, and don’t give it a neg rating just because you don’t like the themes – they’re tagged so if you don’t like rape, incest etc just don’t read it.

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Property of Devil’s Outlaws (Part 5)

Chapter 6: Hannah Learns the Value and Purpose of her Mouth
Unlike the other past two nights, Hannah fell asleep immediately after being placed on the bed and the gang allowed her to sleep well into the morning. By the time Tank woke her it was almost noon and the men could not wait any longer. There were about a dozen of them in the room and Hannah began whimpering in terror when she saw them.
“Rise and shine bitch, we got some cool shit planned for you today,” Tank stated, before tossing the same tiny daisy dukes and black bra down at the Asian. “Get dressed.”
“God please just stop, I can’t take anymore, I’m serious,” Hannah begged, burying her face into the bed sheets.
“Bitch what the fuck did I say about calling yourself ‘I’?” Tank snapped. “Do it one more fucking time and I’m gonna beat you till you’re black and blue. Now get dressed before you really make me angry.”
Hannah let out a frustrated cry but wisely sat up on the bed and grabbed the garments next to her. She quickly slipped into the absurd outfit and heard the excited mumbles from the men across the room. Tank snapped his fingers and ordered her to get down off the mattress. Her legs were wobbly as she stood with the towering heels still strapped to her ankles.
“On your hands and knees bitch, follow me,” Tank instructed, turning around and exiting the room.
Hannah felt the hotness in her cheeks as she followed the cruel biker down the hall and out into the parking lot, crawling after him the entire way. It took every ounce of her energy and then some. She had not eaten in more than 24 hours, and the only thing she’d had to drink during that span was about two liters of cum, piss, and snot from the bikers. Every part of her body ached so badly, especially her pussy and asshole.
When they got outside Hannah was once again forced onto Tank’s bike and the entire gang then emptied out onto the street. They drove for about ten minutes before pulling into the small parking lot of an old, rundown home. Awaiting there were two more Outlaws, who welcomed the men into the garage of the house.
“Well well look who the fuck it is,” one of the bikers chuckled, as he stared hungrily at Hannah. “You look tired bitch, long night?”
“What’s happening Russ,” Tank greeted his friend, as he stepped off his bike and forced Hannah to her hands and knees. “You guys ready? Where’s the iron?”
“Right here,” the other Outlaw replied, holding up a long metal rod with an emblem attached to the end.
“Cool, start heating it up,” the leader instructed.
Hannah watched with wide eyes as the first biker, Russ, grabbed a blowtorch from a nearby shelf and powered it on. He then immediately moved to his friend and held the scorching blue flame against the metal symbol for what seemed like an eternity to the Asian girl. Hannah was aware of what was about to happen to her, and with each passing minute she was growing more and more fearful. After about ten minutes the sign was so hot it was glowing red, at which point Tank gave the word that it was ready.
“Take your top off bitch,” Tank commanded the little Asian.
“No please, please don’t, please,” Hannah begged in sheer terror.
“Take your fucking top off right now slut,” the biker repeated, this time much more menacingly.
Hannah was shaking intensely as she unclasped her bra and removed it. She was on her knees and crossed her arms over her naked breasts while she looked at the Outlaw with the blazing iron. As he brought it closer to her, Hannah was finally able to make out the emblem at the end. It was a circle about 3-4 inches wide with the words “property of devil’s outlaws” written inside it in big capital letters. It was glowing red and Hannah whimpered as the evil biker held it in front of her face.
“Hold her,” Tank said to nobody in particular.
“Noooooooo!!” Hannah screamed, thrashing around wildly as four men quickly grabbed her arms and legs and held them firmly against the cold floor.
“Right there,” Tank instructed, pointing at the Asian’s back just below her right shoulder.
“No please don’t!! Please stop!!!” Hannah shrieked, frantically trying to escape from the men holding her.
Hannah could feel her heart racing out of control and was so frightened she was starting to hyperventilate. She’d never been so terrified in her life, not even when Big Joe had prepared to fuck her asshole last night. The thought of getting her skin badly burned was awful enough, but getting permanently marked by the appalling symbol was even worse. As she turned her head and watched the biker about to brand her, Hannah began crying hysterically.
“AAAAAAUUUUUGGGGHHHHH!!!” Hannah screamed horrifically, nearly breaking free from the four men as soon as the biker pressed the soldering emblem deep into her smooth flesh.
The gruesome sound of Hannah’s skin sizzling filled the garage, and was audible despite the Asian’s absolutely deafening wail of agony. The Outlaw held the branding iron firmly against Hannah’s back for nearly ten seconds, and the Asian nearly passed out from the excruciating pain. The gang of men all watched in excitement as Hannah writhed around in total misery. When the blazing iron was finally lifted from her and the men released her, Hannah instantly collapsed onto her side and sobbed wretchedly.
Tank gave the girl a few minutes to cry while he stared at the fresh mark on her golden flesh. The words were permanently charred into Hannah’s back in dark, bloody letters. She would never be able to remove them, and it was a beautiful symbol of Hannah’s new identity as a sex-slave. Tank contemplated giving her another one on her ass or tits, but decided not to for now. After all, he still planned on beating those areas many more times with the cane and other instruments.
“Okay get her up, let’s get back to the bar,” Tank declared, after a couple of minutes.
Hannah was still crying as the men put her bra back on her and dragged her back to their bikes. They said their goodbyes to the other two bikers before peeling out of the parking lot. Hannah was in so much pain that she could barely comprehend anything while the gang drove back to the tavern. When they got there they marched Hannah straight into the lounge near the back of the building.
“Eat up slut,” Tank commanded, pointing to the plate of last night’s leftovers that was sitting at the dining table.
Hannah took a seat and did not even have to be told twice this time. She grabbed the fork and began eating the scraps with little hesitation. She was so famished that even the nasty pile of food looked appetizing. In just a couple of minutes Hannah was finished with the entire plate, and then sat nervously while she awaited the next depravity the men had planned for her.
“Come here slut,” Tank said, snapping his fingers from the other side of the room. “And remember to fucking crawl bitch.”
Hannah got down on her hands and knees and slowly shuffled over to the biker. He and the others were lounging comfortably around on some sofas and chairs, and they all watched in delight as the little Asian whore came toward them. She had the most nervous look on her face, and was trembling in fear.
“Well I told you we wouldn’t fuck you much today, but that’s pretty much all you’re good for bitch,” Tank said to the petite Asian.
“No please, I—this slut can’t, please don’t sir,” Hannah quickly replied.
“Relax cunt, we’re not gonna fuck you, not yet anyway,” Tank said reassuringly. “Get your ass on that bed though, we’re doing something else. It’s time now that you learn the real purpose of your mouth. You know what rimming is whore?”
“No,” Hannah shook her head.
“Well you’re about to find out how fun it is, now get your fucking ass on the bed,” the huge Outlaw commanded.
Hannah crawled her way back over to the mattress and climbed atop it. She was shaking with fear as Tank stripped down and followed her onto the bed. He sat on the mattress with his back against the wall and then spread his huge legs to the sides. Hannah watched with a look of disgust as the man reached down and pulled his buttocks apart, exposing his filthy, hairy asshole to her.
“Get over here slut, and start licking this asshole,” Tank instructed. “Use that tongue and clean it real good, don’t stop till I say so.”
“Please no! Just leave me alone, please!” Hannah screamed, burying her face into her hands. “That’s it bitch, you need some serious fucking discipline,” the giant Outlaw declared, as he suddenly dismounted the bed and dragged Hannah with him by her hair.
“No I’m sorry! Please!” Hannah shouted in panic.
“Hold her still, and get that bra off,” Tank said to the other bikers, as he forced the Asian to her knees and grabbed the steel cane from a table.
“No wait! Please I’m sorry! I’ll be good! This slut will be good!” Hannah shrieked, thrashing around wildly as two Outlaws ripped her bra off and held her firmly between them.
“You keep calling yourself ‘I’ bitch! And you keep whining when I give you orders, and both that shit is gonna stop,” Tank stated angrily. “And to make sure it stops, I’m giving you 20 shots on your ass and 20 on your tits.”
“No!!! Please don’t I’m sorry!! This whore is sorry!! This whore won’t do it again!!!” Hannah screamed in terror. “This whore will be good!! This whore—this whore will do what you want!! Please!!!”
The bikers continued to hold Hannah still while another stood behind her and pressed his boot into her back, forcing the Asian’s breasts out. Tank quickly cocked his arm back and ripped the cane into the girl’s tits as hard as he could. Hannah screamed horrifically and immediately tried to break free from the Outlaws holding her. Her efforts were in vain, however, as the men gripped her firmly while Tank began viciously flaying her little tits. He shouted after each lash to indicate which number it was.
“Please stop!! This slut will be good!! This slut promises she’ll be good!!!” Hannah wailed in total agony, after the seventh consecutive blow landed across her chest. “This slut—this slut will do what you want!!!”
“Eight whore!” Tank hollered, right after slicing the cane deep into Hannah’s quivering breasts.
The small mounds of flesh were already becoming decorated with new scorching welts, adding to the many that still had not fully healed from the earlier canings. Hannah was sobbing hysterically now and implored the man for mercy. Tank was completely oblivious to her begging, however, and continued to pummel her breasts with all his strength.
“Please just stop!!! It hurts!! Oh my God it hurts!!!” Hannah screamed, still struggling to free herself as Tank slashed the cane back and forth across her tits.
Hannah had no idea how she stayed conscious while the biker furiously administered the full 20 strokes. Each blow felt exponentially more painful than the one before it and after awhile it literally felt like the skin was being torn off her breasts. By the time Tank was finished, Hannah’s round little tits were completely covered with hideously severe welts and many of them were leaking blood. Hannah’s voice was ragged from the nonstop screaming and she’d urinated all over the carpet floor.
“Turn her around,” Tank said to the men holding the Asian girl.
“Pleeeaaaassee!” Hannah screeched, squirming around miserably as the men forced her onto her hands and knees.
“You ever gonna call yourself ‘I’ again slut?” Tank asked, tracing the cane up and down Hannah’s ass-crack.
“No! This slut won’t—this slut won’t do it again, ever!” Hannah quickly answered.
“You gonna start following orders like a good little whore?” Tank inquired further.
“Yes!! This slut will be good! This slut swears to be good!!” The Asian shouted back.
“Well this is going to make sure about that,” Tank replied, before unleashing a ferocious stroke across Hannah’s upturned ass.
“Aaaauuuuggghhh!! Pleeeaaaaasssse!!!” Hannah wailed, thrashing around in agony as soon as the blow landed.
Tank quickly began pummeling the Asian’s buttocks with everything he had, once again punctuating each stroke with its number. Hannah was screaming at the top of her lungs as her ass was badly beaten. Each time Tank brought the steel cane down, the feeling of it cutting deep into her flesh was excruciating beyond words. By the time he was halfway finished Hannah felt like her ass was beaten to a bloody pulp and that she was about to die from the overwhelming pain.
“Eleven bitch!” Tank screamed, ripping the instrument across Hannah’s welt-covered ass.
“Stop please!! This slut will be good!!!” Hannah sobbed, shaking her ass wildly from side to side as the blows continued to rain down upon it.
After fourteen lashes, Hannah’s firm little cheeks were covered with welts and lacerations and starting to bleed. The Asian whore was weeping uncontrollably and begging Tank for mercy. There would be none from the huge Outlaw, however, as he calmly registered six more vicious strokes. When he was finally finished, Tank’s arm was genuinely tired and Hannah’s ass looked like it had gone through a meat grinder. The flesh on the cheeks was red and purple and bleeding pretty badly now.
“You gonna be a good fucking whore from now?!” Tank screamed, as he jerked on Hannah’s hair and forced her to look him in the eye.
“Yes! Please yes! This whore will be good!” Hannah bawled, still shaking in pain and misery.
“You ready to lick some asshole bitch?” The biker continued.
“Yes, this whore…this whore will lick your asshole sir,” Hannah choked out the words.
“Gimme some cuffs,” Tank requested to his friends.
Another Outlaw quickly handed him a pair of handcuffs and he used them to lock Hannah’s wrists together behind her back. He then grabbed the Asian’s long hair and pulled her onto her feet before dragging her back to the bed. Hannah was already soaked with sweat and had trouble staying on her feet in the 6” stripper heels. Tank forced the girl to lie on her back atop the mattress and then got into a squatting position above her, with his massive ass just inches from her face.
“Stick your tongue out whore, and start licking that asshole,” Tank commanded, as he pulled his hairy cheeks apart and lowered his ass onto the Asian’s face.
Though Tank and the bikers could not see it, Hannah’s expression was one of complete repulsion and disbelief. The ogre’s nasty brown asshole was literally an inch away from her face and the stench of shit was simply horrendous. There was a huge clump of hair all around the opening as well as up and down the biker’s cavernous ass-crack. Hannah was crying miserably as she stared up at the absolutely disgusting image above her.
“Let’s go slut start licking! Use your fucking tongue and clean that asshole nice and good!” Tank shouted angrily.
Hannah screamed in despair but tilted her head forward and pressed the tip of her tongue against the man’s anus. She nearly puked as soon as she tasted the remnants of shit that were coated on the hairy orifice. It took all of her willpower to keep her tongue out and not vomit all over herself. At the biker’s orders, Hannah squeamishly began licking Tank’s filthy asshole like a kitten.
“Lick it good slut! Stick that tongue out all the way and slurp it up!” Tank commanded. “And clean that crack too, I wanna feel your tongue all over my fucking asshole and crack. Get it in there deep and lick up and down like a good fucking slut.”
Hannah was weeping desperately now as she stuck her tongue out as far as she could and pressed it deep between the Outlaw’s buttocks. She shuddered in complete revulsion as she tasted his shit and felt his thick, nasty hair all over her face and tongue. She was trying to keep it together as best as she could, but the sight, smell, and taste of Tank’s bushy ass—and asshole—was truly overwhelming. After passionately licking the man’s asshole for about a minute or so, Hannah could not take it anymore and leaned her head back and screamed wretchedly.
“What the fuck are you doing slut? Did I tell you to stop? Get your face back in there and start licking!” Tank barked furiously.
“God please!!” Hannah cried, staring up at the biker’s nasty asshole deplorably.
“Get your fucking mouth back in there right now bitch,” the huge Outlaw commanded. “And you fucking keep it in there until I say so. You got two seconds before I get the cane again.”
Hannah immediately raised her head and buried her face back between the man’s hairy buttocks. Upon his orders, she pressed her little tongue against Tank’s asshole and began licking it spiritedly. Tank groaned in pleasure as he felt the Asian slut clean his anus for a moment before running her tongue up and down his hairy ass-crack. He stared down at Hannah and could tell how badly she was suffering just by looking at her shuddering body.
Hannah kept waiting and waiting for the man to show her some mercy but he didn’t. More than 20 minutes passed by and she was forced to lick and clean his hairy asshole the entire time. With each second that went by she could feel herself going more and more insane. Never in her life did she imagine being in this kind of position, on her back and using her tongue to service a huge, filthy biker’s ass. Until this morning Hannah truly believed the men could not treat her any worse, and she realized now how wrong she’d been.
Finally, after tossing Tank’s salad for more than half an hour, the Asian was finally relieved of her torment. The nasty brute took a seat directly on Hannah’s face, trapping her nose and tongue inside his ass-crack. He remained firmly planted on top of the girl for a moment, savoring her frenzied struggles to free her face from beneath his hairy buttocks. When he was finally satisfied, Tank stood up on the bed and turned around to address the sobbing Asian.
“Nice work whore, you’re a natural at rimming,” the Outlaw declared. “Get used to this bitch, you’re gonna be cleaning my asshole a lot from now on. I won’t even need toilet paper anymore with you around.”
Hannah screamed dreadfully as the biker climbed off the bed only to be replaced by another one. She watched him strip his pants and underwear and began shaking her head miserably. Hannah couldn’t bear the thought of licking another anus, and it was more horrifying than anything else she could think of. Even after the massive gangbang yesterday she would have preferred getting fucked over cleaning more hairy assholes.
“Let’s go bitch,” the new Outlaw said, as he squatted over Hannah’s face and spread his cheeks wide. “Get to work!”
“Don’t make him tell you again slut, or it’s another 20 shots to your ass and tits!” Hannah heard Tank shout from across the room.
Hannah screamed in disgust but buried her face between the Outlaw’s filthy buttocks and began running the tip of her tongue up and down his asshole. She started gagging again as soon as she tasted his awful feces. Hannah could feel the traces of shit on the man’s anus rubbing onto her tongue and instantly pulled her head back. She shrieked in complete misery and frustration as she stared up at the Outlaw’s unbelievably bushy crack.
“Pleeeaaaasssee!! It’s so…please just fuck me instead!! Fuck this whore instead please!” Hannah sobbed desperately.
“Okay bitch I guess you need some more beating!” Tank declared.
“No!! Wait, this slut will do it!!” Hannah cried, just before stuffing her face back inside the biker’s fat, sweaty ass.
The stench and taste of shit immediately overwhelmed Hannah, and she nearly pulled her head away before the prospect of getting caned again convinced her otherwise. She could feel the sweat from the biker’s ass on her nose as she stuck her tongue out and once again began cleaning his disgusting asshole. The Outlaw made Hannah service him for ten minutes straight, and savored every second of it. When he was content, he stood up and thanked the Asian before leaving her on the mattress.
The hours passed by very slowly for Hannah, as the remaining dozen or so bikers all forced her to rim them. Each Outlaw took at least 15-20 minutes with the Asian. Some of the fiends made her service them on her back, while others knelt down against the wall and pulled their asses apart before ordering Hannah to clean them. This was difficult for her with her hands tied behind her back, but she managed to get the job done in the end.
It took Hannah over four hours to lick all of the men’s assholes clean, and by the time she was finished she no longer felt like a human being. Throughout the nightmarish session, the bikers had constantly reminded her how she was a piece of shit whore and only useful for fucking. In addition to making her clean their filthy assholes, many of them also spat into her mouth and forced her to swallow it. By the time they were all finished, Hannah was sick to her stomach and wanted so badly to wipe the shit from her lips.
“Good work slut, it’s nice to see you’re learning what that mouth is for,” Tank said, staring at the sobbing Asian after she was finished with the last biker’s ass. “But you’re not done yet. Let’s get you to the bathroom cunt.”
Hannah begged for sympathy as the huge biker grabbed her long, dark hair and hauled her off the bed and into the restroom. He forced her to kneel in front of the toilet and pointed at the sickeningly gross bowl. The seat was up and there was hardly a spot atop the toilet that was not stained with urine. What’s worse, the walls of the bowl were coated all over with leftover shit and diarrhea. Hannah did not even want to think about how many bikers and customers had used the toilet without it ever being cleaned even once.
“You see all that shit and piss?” Tank asked, still pointing at the grimy toilet. “I want all that gone and I want that toilet looking brand new whore. You better use that tongue of yours and scrub it real good. I’ll be back in an hour, and if that toilet isn’t nice and clean it’s gonna be 20 more strokes on your ass and titties. Now get your ass to work, and if I see you using anything besides your mouth you’re gonna be in deep shit bitch.”
Hannah started crying again as she stared down at the unbelievably gross bowl. Just looking at the filthy toilet made her stomach turn, and she had no idea how she was going to clean it. She could not believe how evil the biker could be, and wondered whether or not he even cared that she might become very sick after licking all the scum from the bowl. After a moment, she finally leaned forward and ran her tongue against the top of the basin a few inches. The instant she tasted the dried piss, however, Hannah groaned in disgust and started spitting into the water.
About twenty minutes passed as the despondent Asian whore proceeded to clean the soiled toilet with her mouth. Hannah focused on the top of the bowl first, and ran her tongue back and forth along the porcelain ring countless times. The extremely sour taste of piss was starting to drive her insane, and she was constantly spitting into the toilet. She was at least grateful that she was allowed to do that much. She could hear the men just outside the room chatting amongst each other, and she shuddered as they threw around ideas about how to degrade and use her further.
“Not bad slut,” Tank declared, startling the weeping Asian as he stood beside her. “But you still gotta work on the inside. I gotta piss though, turn around and open that nasty mouth whore.”
Hannah groaned in protest but shuffled around so that her back was to the toilet now and she was facing Tank. She could barely make out the giant’s ugly face through her tears as she perched her head back and opened her mouth wide. Tank bent his legs and gripped Hannah’s hair with one hand while he used the other to place the tip of his massive cock against her spread lips.
“You’d best swallow every fucking drop slut, unless you wanna feel the cane again,” Tank warned, just before unleashing a heavy torrent of piss right into the Asian’s mouth.
Hannah groaned in shock and dismay and nearly spewed the hot urine out of her mouth. She stopped herself just in time, however, and quickly began gulping the terrible piss down. She closed her eyes and tried her best not to think about it. It was utterly insane to her that she was here, on her knees with her hands tied behind her back while this hideous biker drained his piss down her throat.
“That’s a good little slut,” Tank said, running his hand through Hannah’s hair while he finished urinating in her mouth.
As soon as the biker let go of her head, Hannah detached her lips from his penis and whined in disgust. She could hear her stomach growl as Tank’s piss worked its way down there and settled in with all the cum, piss, and spit she’d been forced to drink last night. The biker had just emptied at least a soda can’s worth of urine into her mouth, and Hannah felt terribly sick and bloated.
“Get your ass back to work whore, you still got a lot of shit to lick up,” Tank commanded, as he pulled his pants up and left the restroom.
Hannah was crying again as she resumed her duties. In a few minutes she managed to lick up all the piss stains on top of the bowl and then began working on the inner walls of the toilet. As sickening as cleaning the piss with her tongue was, this next phase was even worse. There were spots of diarrhea all over the place, and some of them were very hard to reach. Often times Hannah nearly lost her balance as she leaned forward and scrubbed the feces from the bowl with her tongue. After a couple of minutes she could not take it anymore and puked into the toilet.
“What the fuck?” One of the bikers hissed, as he walked into the restroom after hearing Hannah vomit.
“Please, this slut is sorry, please!” Hannah wept, fearing that she was going to have to drink up all her puke.
“You’re lucky I don’t make you eat that shit,” the Outlaw declared, as he reached over and flushed the toilet. “Turn around and open that mouth bitch.”
Hannah once again turned to face the biker and tilted her head back before opening her mouth. Tears were streaming down the girl’s cheeks and she was trembling intensely as the huge Outlaw pressed the tip of his cock against her lips. Hannah groaned miserably as the man clutched her head in his giant hands and began draining his piss into her mouth. The stream was very powerful and Hannah had to swallow quickly to keep it from spilling onto the floor. It took him about thirty seconds to finish, which was an absolute lifetime for the Asian. When he was done he wiped his cock off against Hannah’s cheek and casually left the bathroom.
Hannah heard Tank shout that she had less than a half hour, and began working diligently on the nasty toilet. She deeply regretted puking into it earlier, as some of it had splashed up onto the walls of the bowl. She nearly threw up again as she began licking it, along with the stains of shit, from the toilet. In the end she did manage to lick just about all the filth from the toilet, despite the fact that two other bikers came in and forced her to drink their loads of piss. When Tank came back in he was genuinely surprised to see that the bowl was white just about everywhere.
“Damn, good work slut,” the biker congratulated Hannah, as she hung her head in shame and dejection. “You’ll be doing this once or twice a week. Now it’s time to put that mouth to some more good use.”
Hannah pleaded with the brute as he grabbed her hair and pulled her onto her feet. The little Asian whined in fear as she was hauled to the lounge and then out into the hallway. The other bikers followed behind as Tank dragged Hannah into an adjacent room. This one was much smaller, and other than a bed there were few furnishings inside it. One other piece of furniture, however, was the stool with the 9” steel dildo mounted on it. It was placed near the wall and right next to it was a small table with an empty glass jar sitting atop it.
“No please! Please no!!” Hannah squealed, as Tank suddenly yanked her daisy dukes down her legs and removed them from the girl.
“Get that cock in your pussy right now,” the Outlaw commanded, shoving Hannah toward the stool.
Hannah stumbled forward in her heels as she walked over and squatted above the huge dildo. At Tank’s orders, she turned around so that she was facing the group of bikers then proceeded to slowly lower herself onto the steel shaft. She groaned in discomfort as her terribly sore pussy was stretched wide by the fake cock. After a moment, she finally was able to squeeze the entire thing inside her tight cunt.
“Spread those fucking legs bitch, as wide as you can,” Tank ordered.
Hannah’s legs were quivering as she pulled them as far apart as she could. She felt like such a slut as the men all gazed at her outstretched pussy with the dildo stuffed inside it. She was trembling in fear and struggled to maintain her balance, but the huge cock inside her helped to keep her upright. “You’re gonna spend the rest of the night in here slut, just like that,” Tank explained. “But don’t worry we’ll be sending guys in regularly, so you won’t be lonely. You’re gonna put that mouth of yours to good use tonight, and you’re gonna make us a little money doing it. You’re gonna give blowjobs to every single man that walks in. When they come in you tell them the price—its $20 a blowjob and $5 extra to swallow. Once they put the money in that jar you suck them off good, and swallow if they paid for it.”
“No please! Please don’t, I—this slut can’t, please this slut can’t,” Hannah begged miserably.
“You can and you fucking will bitch,” Tank replied. “If you stop, or if we find out you’re not behaving, I’m coming in here with the cane. We’ll be checking up on your regularly too bitch, to make sure you’re not trying any funny business.”
“Please, just let me off this, please this slut will do it just let me off, it hurts,” Hannah pleaded, shifting around uncomfortably on the massive dildo.
“Too bad whore, you’re staying on that the whole night,” Tank stated coldly, as he glanced at the clock on the wall. “It’s about 6:00 right now, and if you’re good we’ll stop sending guys in at midnight. Remember bitch, tell them the price and swallow if they pay for it. And remember to thank them for their business when they put the money in the jar.”
“Later cunt, don’t have too much fun,” one of the other bikers said, causing his friends to chuckle.
Hannah started to cry as she watched the gang slowly file out the door. When they were all gone and the door was closed, there was an eerie silence in the room, save for the Asian girl’s sniveling. Hannah could feel herself shaking in fear as she continued to squat above the stool with the dildo buried in her snatch. She did not have to wait long for her first customer, as the door swung open just a couple minutes later and a massive, very unattractive man walked in. He looked to be in his 40s and wore grimy jeans and a gray work shirt. He was obviously employed in some kind of menial labor, and the mixture of disbelief and excitement on his face made Hannah’s stomach turn.
“Goddamn I can’t believe this shit,” the man uttered out loud, as he stared first at Hannah’s striped breasts and then her outstretched pussy. “Fuck you’re a hot little bitch. Where in the hell did the Outlaws pick you up from?”
Hannah whimpered nervously as the huge man walked over to her. He was approximately Tank’s height but appeared even thicker than the biker. By the time he was standing a few feet away from her Hannah was overwhelmed by the smell of his body odor. She immediately realized how terrible his cock was going to taste and whined miserably at the thought. Within seconds he was standing before her and unbuckling his jeans.
“I hear you’re selling blowjobs bitch, how much?” The man demanded.
“Its twenty dollars…twenty-five to swallow,” Hannah murmured, barely able to get the words out.
“Here you Asian cunt,” the client replied, fishing out $25 worth of bills from his wallet and dropping them inside the jar. “You better make it worth it whore. You better deep-throat me good for that price.”
Hannah’s eyes were wide with fear as she watched the man remove his jeans and boxers. She whimpered pitiably as soon as she saw his enormous, rock-hard penis. It was slightly larger than Tank’s but otherwise looked like a carbon copy of the Outlaw’s dick. She could see the pre-cum already starting to leak out of the huge mushroom head. Hannah instinctively recoiled as the john positioned himself in front of her and reached for her hair.
“Open that mouth bitch,” the ugly brute commanded, holding Hannah’s head while he pushed the tip of his cock against her lips.
Hannah cried in total fear and disgust as the giant plunged his cock into her mouth as soon as she opened it. She started groaning immediately as the thick shaft rubbed against her tongue and lips. She knew it was going to taste horrible, but she had no idea just how sour and putrid it would be. It was obvious that the man had not cleaned his cock in weeks, and Hannah was hardly able to keep herself together.
“Holy shit that feels good,” the filthy man uttered, his eyes rolling back in ecstasy as he started jerking Hannah’s head back and forth against his dick. “Yeah bitch, suck that fucking cock you little gook slut.”
Tears of misery were running down Hannah’s cheeks and she started gagging as the ogre viciously fucked her face. He was just as ruthless as the bikers and did not seem to care that he was choking the little Asian with his huge cock. There was absolutely nothing Hannah could to help herself either, with her hands tied behind her back and her pussy impaled on the dildo. Her only option was to remain squatting, with her legs spread like a whore, and hope that her wretched gagging would persuade the man to show her some mercy.
“Uuugggghhh!! Please!! Please stop!!!” Hannah shrieked, coughing violently and struggling to catch her breath once the huge fiend finally pulled his cock out of her mouth.
“Fuck you bitch,” the hairy bastard responded, staring down at Hannah angrily. “I paid you good money for this shit, so suck it up and get your ass back to work on that cock.”
“Please let go,” Hannah begged, as she tried to free her head from the man’s grip. “Please, I’ll do it, I’ll suck it just please let go of me!”
Her pleas were useless, however, as the enormous john clutched her head tightly and slammed his penis back into Hannah’s mouth. In just seconds Hannah was choking again as the man started slamming her face back and forth against his huge cock. Hannah thrashed around desperately as the bastard repeatedly stuffed his shaft down her throat. The vicious blowjob went on for several minutes, and Hannah thought she was going to die from suffocation. She had her lips wrapped tightly around the man’s cock and was actively using her tongue to try to get him to climax, just so she could put an end to her ordeal.
“Fuck! Holy shit I’m cumming! I’m cumming slut!” The giant screamed, driving his cock deep into Hannah’s mouth just as he began ejaculating into it.
Hannah groaned in disgust and tried not to think as she began gulping down the man’s hot sperm. She could feel his huge cock pulsing in her mouth, and the taste of his cum nearly made her puke. His load was enormous, and Hannah was sure the ugly giant probably had not been with a woman in months, if not years.
“That’s a good little whore, drink it all you piece of shit chink,” the man groaned, clutching Hannah’s head tight while he drained his jizz into her mouth and down her throat.
When he was finally finished the john pulled his cock out of Hannah’s mouth and wiped it across her lips and cheeks. Hannah whined in complete disdain as she felt the slimy cum and spit rubbing all over her face. She tried to pull her head away but the man continued to hold it firmly in his hands while he finished cleaning his penis with her lips.
“That was nice bitch, I like that,” the satisfied john declared. “When you gonna start renting out that pussy though? I need me some of that.”
“I don’t know…please help me, help me get out of here, please,” Hannah implored the giant.
“Sorry whore, you belong to the Outlaws, and ain’t no way I’m fucking with them,” the man replied, as he pulled his pants back on. “I’ll be back tomorrow though if you’re still here.”
And with that the huge customer slipped out of the room, leaving Hannah by herself on the stool. The poor Asian was still crying as she tried to recover from the brutal blowjob. Her throat burned and she could still taste the man’s terrible cum in her mouth. She looked over at the clock on the wall and sighed in despair. It was only ten minutes passed six, and she had a long way to go. A few seconds later Hannah heard the door rattle open as her next customer walked in.
“Well goddamn look what the fuck we got here,” the man exclaimed, rubbing his crotch as he stared down at the little Asian.
Hannah cringed at the sight of the hideous bastard. He was very fat and hairy, and his filthy work-shirt seemed to indicate he was a plumber. The smile on his face was indescribably perverted and the look in his eyes sent shivers through Hannah’s bones. She began whimpering in fear as the man moved toward her.
“A couple of Outlaws told me you’re selling blowjobs—how much?” The ugly slob asked.
“It’s…its twenty dollars, twenty-five to swallow,” Hannah answered, blushing in shame at the words.
The Asian girl couldn’t hide her frown when she saw the man pull out a $20 and a $5 bill. He waved them in front of her face before setting the money inside the glass jar. Hannah took a deep breath and sighed as she watched the fat john pull his pants and underwear down. His cock wasn’t overly long, but it was very thick and the bush of pubic hair at its base was massive.
“Damn they really fucked you up didn’t they?” The man chuckled, as he stared at Hannah’s battered breasts and swollen pussy.
Hannah grumbled in protest as the fat creature grabbed a fistful of her hair and plunged his cock between her lips. It took mere seconds before he was savagely thrusting his penis in and out of her mouth. Hannah whined desperately as the obese man thumped her face against his shaft, his huge ball sack smacking against her chin. She could taste his horrendous dick cheese and could feel it smearing against her lips and rubbing off into her mouth and throat.
“Fucking suck it bitch! Why am I doing all the fucking work here?!” The ugly john screamed, pulling his cock out for a moment so he could slap Hannah across the face.
“I’m sorry! Please!” The Asian sobbed, wrapping her lips around the disgusting penis once it was back in her mouth.
Hannah whimpered as the ugly slob grabbed her head once more and shoved his cock to the back of her throat. She kept her lips wrapped tightly around the obese man’s penis and massaged it with her tongue while he drilled it in and out of her mouth. Hannah’s eyes were watery and she could feel the drool running down her chin while she choked on the fat cock.
“Fuck you bitch!” The fat man screamed, smashing Hannah’s face against his penis repeatedly while she groaned piteously.
Hannah was starting to feel dizzy and didn’t think she could take much more of the abuse. She kept trying to free her head from the man’s grip but he wouldn’t let her. He was grunting in pleasure as he sank his cock into Hannah’s mouth until his balls were against her chin. Thankfully, however, it did not take him much longer to cum. She felt his cock pulsing in her mouth and then the familiar surge of jizz bursting from it.
“Swallow it whore!” The slob commanded, burying his dick inside Hannah’s mouth as far as he could.
Hannah whined in despair as she quickly gulped down the man’s load. Even though it was so disgusting, she just wanted to hurry up and finish so that he could take his dick out of her mouth and throat. When she’d swallowed every drop of his sperm, the john finally let go of her head and Hannah immediately pulled away from him.
“Thanks bitch that was nice,” the man stated happily, panting from his excitement and satisfaction. “I’ll be back later tonight if you’re still here. Hopefully they start selling your pussy soon too.”
Hannah did not even look at or acknowledge the ugly bastard as he pulled his pants back on and left the room. She stared down at the floor and wept miserably at her horrible situation. She could still taste the man’s cum on her lips, and could feel it swirling around in her stomach. As she looked over at the clock, Hannah began trembling while she waited for the door to open once more.
In just minutes another disgusting, overweight man was inside the room and thumping his cock back and forth against Hannah’s mouth. It did not take him very long to cum, and because he’d only paid $20 he spewed his load all over the Asian’s face. Hannah wept miserably as the ugly beast held her hair firmly with one hand while he drenched her face with his sperm. By the time he was finished she was covered with cum and looked like a filthy, worthless whore.
More than three hours elapsed as a steady stream of men came into the room and brutally fucked Hannah’s mouth. The patrons were all dirty, ugly laborers who worked near the town and visited the tavern regularly. Many of them had never seen an Asian in real life, and were overjoyed to receive a blowjob from a gorgeous one like Hannah. During this time the girl serviced 22 customers, with 15 of them dumping their semen down her throat. To make matters worse, an Outlaw also came in every twenty minutes or so to check on her, and each one of them pissed in her mouth and made her swallow it.
Hannah was crying miserably as she stared over at the jar full of cash. There was over $500 inside the container, and it made her absolutely sick to think about how many dicks she had to suck for that amount of money. She could feel the sperm from various men that was stained all over her face and hair, and her throat burned from the countless cocks she’d been forced to deep-throat over the past few hours.
“Well well look what the fuck we got here,” Hannah heard a voice chuckle.
She looked to the door and felt her heart sink as her next customer strolled in. The man had on a black and blue cop uniform and was leering at her with the most evil smile imaginable. Like Tank and the other Outlaws, he was huge and his outfit was drenched with sweat from the midday heat. He came over to the Asian and dropped his pants to the floor. Hannah frowned dejectedly as soon as she saw his massive, rock-hard shaft.
“I heard all about you whore,” the cop declared, grinning down at the Asian while he stroked his cock. “The Outlaws tell me they’ve been busting you up real good. I heard about that train they ran through you last night, too. The whole gang right? I bet your little fuck holes are still sore from that one.”
“Please help me, please sir, I—I’ve been kidnapped,” Hannah pleaded frantically, looking up at the cop with her doleful eyes. “Please! Please help me! Please sir, I’ll do whatever you want, anything you want, just please help me go home! I just wanna go home!”
“Damn you might be their hottest catch yet,” the cop continued, ignoring Hannah’s pleas. “I don’t think they ever had an Asian before. I know they snatched up that spic whore a few months back, she’s over at Jimmy’s I think. What the fuck’s her name? Rosalie? God she’s a hot little cunt, they’ve been banging her brains out real good.”
“Please you have to help me, I don’t—I don’t wanna die here, please,” Hannah sobbed.
“Relax whore, you’re not gonna die here, at least not anytime soon,” the officer said, as reassuringly as he could. “The Outlaws are gonna keep you around for awhile, they usually keep fresh meat like you for at least a year or two. What, you think you’re their only whore? They got several bitches like you, one in every bar. My favorite is that little redheaded cunt, Ellen. God she was a feisty little slut, it took them boys weeks to break her in good. I hardly see her anymore though—she’s always on the road with Big Joe, I hear she’s his personal fuck-slave now.”
Hannah shivered as she heard the cop’s words. She wasn’t sure how to feel knowing that she wasn’t the only captive of the biker gang. There were more like her, and apparently they were spread out over the other bars that the gang owned or operated. Hannah imagined most of them had been abducted under similar circumstances as hers, probably while they were on their way to vacation or something. She felt terribly for them, and wondered whether or not they were all raped nearly as much as she was every day.
“Anyways bitch, how much for a blowjob? Twenty-five bucks?” The cop asked, pulling his wallet from his pants.
“Yes,” Hannah responded, as she stared at the floor hopelessly.
The burly officer stuffed $25 worth of bills into the jar and chuckled as he noticed how much money was inside. Hannah wanted to scream as the man laughed about how busy she’d been, and how she was obviously an amazing dick sucker. He then grabbed the back of her head and held it steady while he plunged his massive cock deep into her mouth.
Hannah quickly began choking as the cop forced his penis all the way past her mouth and down her throat. She looked so helpless and pathetic as the huge cop brutally jerked her head back and forth against his dick. Hannah’s lips were wrapped tightly around the thick shaft and she was doing her best to get the officer to climax quickly. She was groaning wretchedly as he mercilessly slammed his cock down her little throat.
“Fuck yeah baby! That’s it just like that! Choke on that cock you little bitch!” The policeman screamed, clutching Hannah’s head in his oversized hands while he smashed her face against his cock.
“Uuuaaagghhh!! Pleeaaasssee!!” Hannah begged, taking a huge breath of air once the officer finally pulled his dick from her mouth.
In just seconds, however, the Asian was gagging terribly as the cock was back between her lips. The cop fucked Hannah’s mouth for ten agonizing minutes, pulling out a half dozen times during that span to prevent the girl from suffocating. For Hannah, it was the most brutal blowjob of the night, and she kept thinking she was going to die from it. Every single time he had to pull out of her mouth, the irritated policeman gave Hannah a fierce slap on the face.
“Fuck yeah whore! Here it comes! Swallow it bitch!” The officer bellowed, gripping Hannah’s head in his giant hands as he buried his penis deep into her mouth and began cumming.
Hannah proceeded to gulp down the man’s sperm like a good whore. She could feel his huge cock pulsating in her mouth and felt completely disgusted. The cop was grunting like a beast as he milked every single drop of his jizz into the Asian’s mouth. When he was done he pulled out of the miserable girl and smiled down at her.
“Not bad slut,” the officer remarked. “You need to work on that deep-throat though. I’m sure the Outlaws will take care of that soon though. I’m gonna talk to Tank, see if I can get you over to the station one of these days so us cops can have some Asian pussy too.”
Hannah was sobbing hard as the policeman pulled his pants back on and left the room. She felt so utterly defeated, and was started to believe that her predicament really was hopeless. It was unfathomable to think that even the cops in this town were pure evil. She did not get much time to lament her situation, however, as another massive, hairy john walked into the room and deposited his money into the jar on the table.
The evening crawled by so slowly for Hannah, as she was forced to suck one filthy cock after another with almost no interruption. She could not believe how many customers frequented the tavern, and it was clear that just about every one of them came into the room to purchase a blowjob from her. The bikers seemed intent on making as much money as possible from Hannah, and never gave her more than a minute to rest between customers. Thus, it was no exaggeration to say that Hannah’s mouth was stuffed full of cock for just about the entire night.
“Damn bitch, you’re a mess,” Tank chuckled, strolling into the room after the final john had finished using Hannah. “Long night?”
The little Asian was staring at the floor and sobbing in sheer misery. Her hair and face was plastered with sperm and her eyes were full of anguish and suffering. It was just past midnight, and Tank had finally stopped sending in patrons like he’d promised. All in all, Hannah had sucked almost 50 cocks during the night and there was over $1,000 inside the glass jar. Her jaw felt like it was broken from the countless times it had been stretched by huge cocks and slapped by the men. Her belly felt like it was going to burst from the many, many loads of sperm and piss she’d been forced to swallow.
“Good news whore, you’re officially done for the night,” Tank declared, as he grabbed Hannah’s cum-soaked hair and pulled her off the stool. “But don’t you worry, tomorrow’s another day, and we’ll be stuffing that ass and pussy again all day.”
Hannah’s legs were so tired from squatting all night that she had to be carried away by the huge biker. Tank dragged her back into the main lounge and over to the restroom where he dumped her into the tub. As he turned on the shower and left, Hannah sat in a fetal position and cried desperately as the cool water ran all over her.
**I hope you enjoy the story so far. Feel free to email me at [email protected] I would love to hear comments or ideas about the story.**

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The Debt Collector – Part2

This story is pure fantasy. After reading stories on this website and being impressed with the basic ideas, but disappointed with the lack of description, I decided to mix a few together with some of my own ideas and I do plagerize myself from time to time. I also tried to be a little more descriptive. I encourage more people to do the same. For anyone who doesn’t like the themes listed, such as incest or rape, please don’t read any further. For everyone else, be thankful for the 1st Amendment. I hope you all enjoy!

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Samantha’s Dubai Nightmare (Part 01)

A petite, gorgeous 19-year-old blonde American gets lured into working for an escorting agency in Dubai. Once there, she is quickly sold into slavery and forced to serve and pleasure her owner in the most terrible of ways.

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Hawaiian Sunset

Intro: This story has very little sex in it. It is more of a romance story. So if that thought dismays you it would be best to close and go on to another story. I have written a number of stories typical for this site and wanted to write something a bit different.
Chapter 1
I glanced out the window towards the beach. The green grass sloped away from the house for a hundred feet or so, to be taken over by the sandy beach. It was a calm day and the waves gently ran up the sand before sliding back into the ocean only to be pushed back up again by the next wave. The sun was still above the horizon. It was almost time, she would be coming by soon.
I filled a glass with ice water and walked out onto the patio. It was very warm tonight and the sky was clear with just a few clouds in the distant sky. I had put two chairs out in the middle of the yard overlooking the beach earlier in the day and that was where I was heading now. The first time I had noticed her was four days ago. Each evening she would jog by on the beach and then a half an hour or so later she would walk back by stopping every few feet to watch the sunset. I had hoped she would look my way and perhaps stop and talk for a while, but so far her attention was all for the sunsets.
I sat in the chair and took a sip of the cool water. I was wearing just a pair of shorts and sandals. A light breeze was coming off the ocean; just barely noticeable on my skin. I had just got comfortable when she appeared on my left, jogging on the beach. She was Asian, Chinese I thought, though I wasn’t sure from this distance. Her dark hair was tied up in a ponytail while she ran and I watched as it bounced from side to side as she ran. When she came back I knew it would be let down to fall to her shoulders.
I watched as her steady stride was quickly taking her past me. My hand was restless on the arm of my chair; waiting for her to glance my way so I could wave to her. Her figure was slender but very fit. I was close enough to see how beautiful she was. It took just a few seconds for her to pass me and move out of sight; never looking my way.
I took another sip of water and waited. She would be back; the sun would be setting soon. As I waited I wondered where she had come from. I had lived here for almost ten years and had never seen her before. Was she a tourist? Was she visiting a friend here on the beach? Was the friend a male? Was she already taken before I even had a chance to meet her? She had been here for at least four days. Would she be leaving soon? Was it already too late?
The sun dropped lower and another beautiful Hawaiian sunset was in the making. I watched as the sun dipped low enough to turn the bottom of the few clouds in the sky a beautiful purple with shades of orange and red as it began to drop into the ocean.
I had been watching the sunset for several minutes and had not noticed she had returned. Just as the sun disappeared into the ocean I saw her out of the corner of my eye. A slight movement of her head gave me the impression she had been watching me but as I raised my hand to wave she was clearly looking at the ocean and gave no indication she saw me. I lowered my hand to my side; disappointed I didn’t get her attention.
I watched her as she stood there watching the waves wash onto the beach. Her legs looked trim in her white shorts; trim from the jogging. She had a small tight butt and from the slight angle she stood at to me I had a good look at her profile. Her breasts were small but they looked perfect for her figure and stature; she looked to be about five foot two or three.
I had screwed up my courage and was about to call out to her when she took a step and one again began jogging away from me. She had only taken a few steps when she fell to the sand clutching at her calf. She was stretching, trying to grab her foot when I realized she had a cramp. I jumped out of my chair and rushed down to help her. I knelt down on the sand and took her foot in my hands and pushed on the bottom of her feet and toes to get the foot back at the angle it belonged and stretch the calf muscle to relieve the cramp.
Once her foot was okay I began lightly working on her calf muscle trying to relieve the pain; running my hands from her heel up to her knee and then back down. I looked up to see her leaning back on her elbows, watching me; her face giving me no clue as to what she was thinking. This was the first time I had seen her close. I was right; she was beautiful. Her eyes had a humorous look in them; a sparkle that I liked. She wasn’t laughing at me or even smiling, but it seemed like she was amused by the situation.
Her skin felt so nice beneath my fingers. I didn’t want the moment to pass. She still hadn’t said anything so I finally asked, “Are you okay”? She started to open her mouth but then closed it and didn’t say anything, just cocked her head a bit to the side. Did she speak English? “My name is Paul. What’s your name”? She just looked at me and did not reply.
Deciding to be brave, I made a quick decision. I lowered her leg to the sand and moved around to her side and got down on one knee. I slipped one arm under her knees and the other around her back and stood up. She felt so light in my arms. As I stood she put her arms around my neck. She didn’t say anything but I could see a question on her face.
I turned with her in my arms and kind of pointed with my chin towards my beach house and the two chairs out on the lawn. “I’m just going to take you over there so you can sit down for a few minutes until you feel better”. She still didn’t say anything so I began walking through the sand towards the chairs.
As I walked across the grass I wondered how I could communicate with her. I wanted to know her better. But short of hiring an interpreter how could I even ask her to dinner? As I carried her she continued looking at me and not talking. I felt myself getting lost looking into her eyes. I was so taken with her I almost walked right past the chairs.
I carefully lowered her into one of the chairs. She took the ice water I offered and took a sip. I turned the other chair slightly towards her so I could see her and sat down. We both sat there as it slowly darkened, watching the waves, and sipping the ice water. When I thought she wasn’t looking I would turn to look at her. I don’t know if I had ever been this close to someone so beautiful. Was she married? There was no ring on her finger but that didn’t necessarily mean anything. Was there a boyfriend back in the house she came from or back in China, or where ever she is from?
She finally turned to look at the house. The side facing the ocean was all glass. Each panel was a sliding glass section that could be opened to let the ocean breezes in. On one side of the house was an indoor swimming pool. Redundant with the ocean right there but it was nice to sometimes swim without the saltwater. It was also nice to sit in the Jacuzzi and watch the sunsets. Just thinking about that led me to think of sitting in the water with her by my side.
Then she pointed at the house but did not say anything. Why bother I thought. I wouldn’t understand what she said anyway. I looked back at the house. I pointed at the house and then at myself. I said, “It’s my house”. After I said it I realized how loud I was talking. Softer, I repeated myself; “It’s my house”.
That wasn’t it though. She pointed at the chair she was sitting in and then pointed back at the house. Oh, I finally got it. “No, there is no one else. I live alone; Just me”. How do I get this across? I kind of shook my finger at the second chair and pointed at myself, my chair and then at the house again. I thought she might have understood. She nodded her head and then looked back at the ocean.
Much sooner than I was prepared for, she stood up, gave me a little nod to me and then began easily jogging across the grass. She certainly was a fast healer. She was onto the sand before I remembered, “What is your name”? Seconds later without answering, she had moved around the rocks at the far end of the beach and was gone.
Chapter 2
The next day I drove all around my neighborhood trying for a glimpse of her; hoping I could find what house she was staying at but without success. Then I puttered around all day waiting for evening to arrive. About an hour before the time she would usually jog by, the rain started. Usually when it rains this time of year we get a quick shower for a few minutes but this time it got harder and rained steadily long into the evening. I waited by the window, hoping, but she did not appear.
The next day I drove around again with the same results. As the evening approached I was getting antsy. There were more than the usual few clouds in the sky but it did not seem like it would rain again. About thirty minutes before she usually went by I filled a pitcher with ice water, grabbed two glasses and went out and sat in one of the chairs so I would be ready.
The beach was pretty private, only the occasional property owner usually used it and most of my neighbors were older couples. I would see them walk by in the mornings and evenings, we would wave at each other and that was about it. I sat there watching the waves crashing in on the beach. The waves were higher than normal today, probably the result of the passing storm we had yesterday. I liked watching the water but my eyes kept moving to the left, to the rocks that I knew she would jog around if she were coming today.
Then finally, there she was. She was wearing the same outfit; white shorts and white t-shirt. The contrast of her skin and the white outfit was striking. As she jogged towards my part of the beach I raised my hand and waved but her head did not turn. In a minute she had passed me and had moved on out of sight. I felt crushed. But then that was silly. We don’t even know each other. All I did was just help her with a cramp. I sat down in the chair to watch the coming sunset. I still had hope.
As I watched the waves crash on the beach, every minute or so I’d look over to the right where she should be returning soon. It seemed early when I caught sight of her in the distance. She was walking on the sand right at the edge of the water. Waves would break and roll up the beach and across her feet. I could see she was laughing and kicking the water with her feet. Her laugh was so delightful. She looked and sounded just like a kid having the time of her life.
It was still several minutes away from sunset. She would probably continue walking along the beach and stop somewhere else when the sun dropped into the ocean. I stood and shielded my eyes from the sun so that I could see her better. Looking at her legs, I could still feel the touch of her skin on my fingers; the silky smoothness, the strength underneath.
She walked slowly along the beach, still kicking her feet in the surf, laughing as she walked. When she was abreast of me she stopped and looked towards the sun. There were still another twenty or thirty minutes before the sunset would begin. She would be far from here when she would finally stop walking to watch it. My heart began to sink.
She turned to look towards me and I quickly raised my hand to wave at her. She looked back at the water and then to me again for a moment before she began slowly walking towards me. When she got up to me I said, “I know you don’t understand what I’m saying but would you like to sit with me and watch the sunset”. I pointed at the chairs and then handed her a glass. She stood while I poured her drink for her and then sat down.
We sat there for the next hour, not talking, sipping the ice water and watching the sun slowly set; another beautiful day in paradise. Every few minutes I would turn my head just enough so that I could look at her face, the exotic slant of her eyes, the dark hair cascading on her shoulders, the leg I had touched just the day before. Our chairs were just inches apart; our arms almost touching, resting on the chair arms.
I had turned my attention back to the sea when I felt a light brush on my forearm. I turned to see her fingertips touching barely resting on my arm. I looked up to see her standing. When I started to stand she moved her hand to my shoulder to stop me. I sat there as she turned and began jogging away from me. I sat there for another hour after she had disappeared, thinking of her, and the touch of her fingers on my arm.
Chapter 3
By early evening the next day I felt like an eight-grader. Did she like me? Would she come by today? Would she stop? If I had someone I could pass a note to ask about her I would.
I made some lemonade and took it outside with me. When I reached the chairs I placed the lemonade on the table and took the chair she had sat in and moved it closer to mine. A few minutes later I got up, looked at the chairs and then moved hers back where it had originally been. Then, a few minutes later I reached over and pulled her chair closer again.
I was still sitting there when she appeared. When she reached the closest point to me she looked my way. I lifted my arm and waved to her. She nodded her head towards me and then continued jogging down the beach. I sipped at the lemonade and waited for her return.
It took much longer this time. The sun was already sinking and she had not yet returned. She had never taken this long before. I was beginning to think she had taken a different route and was not returning by way of the beach when there she was; walking slowly on the beach instead of jogging. Usually when she walked by all her attention was on the sunset. This time she was walking towards me and was paying no attention to the sunset behind her; her attention was on me.
While she continued walking towards me I poured her a glass of lemonade and sat it on the table in front of me close to her chair. As she came closer, our eyes were in contact but neither of us said anything. She came up, took the lemonade and sat next to me and took a sip. Our arms on the arms of our chairs; so close it made the skin on my arm tingle as I remembered her touch the night before.
In the next few minutes the sunset ended but she did not leave. We continued sitting there with just the sound of the waves running up the beach to keep us company, both of us occasionally taking a sip of our drink.
I saw him first; a surfer off to our right. He was just sitting on his board, waiting for a wave. I moved my hand over by hers to get her attention and point him out to her. She must have misunderstood what I was doing. She turned her hand over and grasped my hand; our fingers intertwining. As she turned her head to look at me I forgot about the surfer. All I could see was her smile.
I’m not sure how long we sat holding hands; my forearm lying on hers, our fingers occasionally moving around, fingertips exploring each other. Her hand felt right in mine. I liked the strength in it; how she held my hand back. She didn’t just let her fingers lie there in mine.
It had gotten fairly dark and the moon was out when I heard her sigh and turned to look at her. Her eyes were closed; her head resting against the back of the chair. While I looked at her face she brought her other hand over and laid it on top of my hand holding hers. The night had cooled just a bit and her hand was warm on mine. I wondered what her body would feel like pressed against mine; my arms wrapped around her.
Then without a word, she let go of my hand and stood up. I didn’t want the evening to end so soon. What could I do to get her to stay longer? I looked up at the house and had an idea. I made a swimming motion with my hands. “Would you like to take a dip in the pool”?
She watched my hands for a moment and then looked up to me and shook her head. She pointed towards left side of the beach where she disappeared each night. She raised a hand and put it behind my neck and pulled my head down so she could kiss me on the cheek. Before I could recover from my surprise she had turned and was moving quickly across the grass to the beach. I watched her in the moonlight until I could see her no longer.
Chapter 4
It took hours to fall asleep that night. I lay there in bed thinking of the feel of her hand in mine, her fingers, and the touch of her lips on my cheek. Was this all for naught? Would she suddenly vanish as quickly as she arrived? Where did she come from? Why was she here? All these questions and more, swirling through my mind, none answered, as I tried to fall asleep.
The next day progressed like the day before Christmas to a ten year-old. I thought the evening would never come. I was out in my chair with a pitcher of lemonade an hour before the time she usually arrived. I didn’t want to run the risk she might go by early.
But her time came and past with no sign of her. Could she have passed by before I came out? I began watching each direction, a minute at a time; my head swiveling back and forth. Maybe she decided not to run today. Maybe her boyfriend showed up.
The sun was about ten minutes from setting when she appeared on my left; walking, not jogging, across the sand towards me. I stood, waiting for her. She was wearing her usual outfit but was also carrying a small white plastic bag in her hand; the kind you usually get in clothing stores. She walked right up to within inches of me and looked up into my face. Her lips glistened in the light and I had the sudden urge to kiss her. She looked around me and pointed towards the house. I wasn’t sure what she wanted and the question must have shown on my face. She opened the bag and held it up for me to see inside. It looked like there was a swimming suit inside; a bikini.
I nodded and smiled at her and was rewarded with a beautiful smile back. I took her hand in mine and we walked up to the house. I showed her where she could change and busied myself opening the sliding doors so the ocean breeze could come in and so we could hear the waves. I looked at the Jacuzzi and the pool. Which would she want? I decided the pool and jumped in to wait for her.
When she walked out I was struck again by how beautiful she was. She saw me in the pool she walked over with a smile that just lit up her face. I felt warm all over knowing that smile was for me. Her bikini looked great on her. It was black, an unusual color but it looked nice on her, almost erotic, like black underwear. The bottoms were very tight; form fitting on her but the top was a bit too big.
I was at the deep end of the pool; the water came up to about my chin. She looked at me and then began moving to the far end of the pool; the shallower end. I motioned for her to join me but she made a swimming motion with her hands and shook her head. I was surprised; she does not know how to swim.
I moved a few feet into the shallower water to get to the pool ladder. Now the water just came up midpoint on my chest. I motioned for her to come to me. “I know you don’t understand, but come over here and I’ll help you”. She looked at me and halfheartedly shook her head again but she did not move any closer to the far end of the pool. I motioned again with my hands for her to come closer.
Finally she moved over to the ladder and I moved to the bottom of it and held my hands out to show her I would hold her when she came down. She turned around and carefully started down the ladder. When she was about halfway down I put my hands on her hips to let her know I had her. As she inched down I had time to look at her; her trim waist, her backbone, the string tie of her bikini a bit too loose across her back.
When she was about waist deep in the water she turned with one hand still grasping the ladder and kind of jumped to me; her arms grabbing me around the neck and her legs circling my waist. She wasn’t kidding. She did not know how to swim.
I smiled and tried not to laugh; I did not want her to think I was making fun of her fear. But then with her arms and legs wrapped around me it was hard not to smile. “You are safe. I’ve got you. I won’t let you go”. I tried to keep my voice calm and soothing. She might not understand but I wanted to sound reassuring. Her head had been pressed against mine but now she leaned back a bit to look at me and loosened her grip around my neck just a bit. Her smile was infectious. I couldn’t help smiling too.
I took a few small steps into the middle of the pool. When she was what I was doing she tightened her grip and the smile slipped just a bit. “It’s okay. I won’t let you go”. Over the next several minutes I worked to get her unwound from me and tried to explain what I wanted her to do by showing her the best I could with my hands. I was trying to get her to learn to float in the water. It would give her some confidence. Teaching her to swim would take a lot more but it would help to take a small step.
I was finally able to get my hands under her thighs and back so that I could get her to stretch out flat on the water. As she tried once more my eyes kept drifting to the top of her suit. The top was too big and I could occasionally see her breasts. It was so disconcerting. She was laughing and enjoying herself. I didn’t want her to catch me looking and think I was some kind of letch. But her breasts looked so nice. While they were small I felt the desire to hold them in my hands, caressing her. I could feel myself stir just thinking about it. I had to concentrate on helping her to make it go away.
She finally got the knack of it and was floating on the water. She closed her eyes and let her head recline back in the water; her long hair fanning out away from her. I gradually eased my hands away from supporting her and let her float there. She must have floated there in the water by herself for a minute or so before she finally realized I was not supporting her. She let out a little shriek of delight and promptly folded at the waist and sank beneath the water. I immediately grabbed her and lifted her up. I was afraid all our progress would be ruined but when I pulled her up she was laughing. I had lifted her high to get her out of the water; her waist was up even with my chest. When I looked up at her I realized the dunk or my sudden lift of her had caused her bikini top to move up exposing both of her breasts. She looked down at me but made no move to adjust her top.
I started to lower her so that her breasts would not be in my face. I had barely begun when she let out an ‘ooh’ and pointed over my shoulder behind me. I turned with her still in my arms to look. The sunset was in progress and it was a beautiful one tonight. I maneuvered her around so that her back was to me and I had my arms around her waist, holding her tight to me so she would not sink in the water and took several steps towards the shallow end so she could stand on her own. I let go of her that she could stand but she did not move away and in fact leaned back against me. With that encouragement I put my arms back around her waist. We stood there watching the colors change as the sun slowly dropped.
When the sunset was finally over neither of us moved. Her hands were clasped over mine. I did not want the moment to end. I was willing to stand there with her in my arms as long as she was willing to let me. I could feel her fingers moving idly over mine; her fingers tracing the length of my fingers from the top of my palms to my fingertips.
I finally felt her stir and I pulled my arms from her waist as she turned around to face me. Her bikini top was now back in place. She moved up close to face me; her body almost touching mine; a bare inch separated us. We stood there for a moment with her looking up into my face. When her lips slightly parted I could not help myself and I leaned down and kissed her lightly on the lips. They were cool against mine. Before I could move back to see how she would react she put her arms around my neck and kissed me back. Her lips were soft and warm now. We continued for several minutes. A long kiss followed by staring into each other’s eyes, and then hungrily kissing again.
At some point, I wasn’t sure when, I had moved my arms up from her waist and had lifted her up off her feet, pulling her tight to me. As we continued kissing I felt her tongue brush against my upper lip. I opened my mouth and we began gently touching our tongues against each other’s.
Finally she removed her arms from my neck and turned her head to look outside. It was completely dark now. I don’t know how long we had been standing there in the pool holding each other and kissing. She looked back to me and then pointed at herself and then towards the beach, saying “Go”. I hated for the evening to end, but at least the one word of English she knew wasn’t “No”.
Carrying her once again, I walked over to the pool ladder and then watched as she climbed out. I stayed where I was and watched her as she gathered the few clothes she came with and put them on over her bikini. Then she very slowly waved goodbye to me and was gone. I quickly got out of the pool but I could not see her walking away in the dark. I still stood there; thinking of her. Thinking of the feel of her body pressed against mine, the shape of her breasts, and the touch of her lips on mine. She had large nipples that I ached to touch to see how she would react; would her back arch in pleasure I wondered. Once again it was hours before I finally fell asleep.
Chapter 5
The next day seemed to go on forever. I did some paperwork and checked the clock. I tidied up the house and checked the clock. I tried reading a book but kept losing my place as I glanced at the clock and my mind wandered. I swam laps for a while in an effort to lessen the tension and gradually the hours slipped by.
When the evening finally approached I was outside with my pitcher of lemonade two hours early; I just could not wait in the house any longer. Besides, she might come by early for another swimming lesson.
I sat there sipping lemonade trying to calm my growing nervousness as she did not appear. I had to continually remind myself that I was early; that she had never come by until much later. The ice in the pitcher eventually melted and I had to go back in the house and make another pitcher while keeping an eye out the window for her.
About an hour before the sunset she appeared, early for her, walking calmly around the rocks and across the beach. She wasn’t dressed as she usually was, in shorts and a t-shirt. She had on a simple peach colored sundress, which hung straight and loose on her; held up by spaghetti straps on her shoulders and wearing sandals on her feet. Her hair was tied up on her head leaving her shoulders and neck bare. She was not carrying a bag this time so it looked like there would not be a second swimming lesson.
She walked up to where I was sitting and sat down next to me like she had been doing it all our lives. I poured a glass of lemonade and handed it to her. She took the glass with one hand and then reached for my hand with her other. We sat there quietly waiting for the sunset, sipping our drinks, holding hands, our fingers sometimes exploring each others with never a word being spoken. Occasionally I would look over at her and watch her until she turned to see me and smiled.
And once again I wondered how we would move from here without being able to talk to each other. But it was something I did not want to face yet so I pushed it to the back of my mind.
The sunset finally came and then passed much too quickly. It grew darker as we sat there holding hands. I think neither of us wanted the evening to end but she was the first to move. She let go of my hand and stood up. I quickly stood and faced her. When she did not move away I leaned down and gently kissed her lips once and then straightened back up. She stood there without moving for the longest time, just looking up into my eyes. Then without a word she took my hand in hers and began walking towards the house.
We walked through the patio and through the open section of the wall to the pool. I thought she must have her bikini on under the dress. She is going to stay for a while and I can try to teach her to swim some more. But then she surprised my by walking right past the pool and into the living room. She stopped for a moment and looked around the room before walking towards a hallway with me still in tow. Now I was confused; she must need to use the bathroom and I began to point it out but she walked right past it and went through the open door at the end of the hall into my bedroom. A lamp beside the bed was on, illuminating the room. I was suddenly glad I had cleaned the house.
I thought I knew what was going to happen but I wasn’t sure what to do about it. I liked her, really liked her, maybe more, but we had not even had a conversation yet. I wanted this but I also wanted more than this. Would this help or hurt?
In the moment these thoughts went through my head she had turned, pulled a long pin from her hair letting it fall to her shoulders, and moved into my arms. We stood there kissing; softly at first, exploring each other’s lips and face, then slowly growing fiercer, hungrier. She was on her tiptoes, her arms wrapped round my neck. I pulled her tightly against me, my hands moving from the small of her back up to her shoulders and back down again; feeling her ribs under my fingers, her shoulder blades. I leaned down and kissed her shoulders and worked my way up her neck. I kissed her ear and felt her shiver in my arms.
When we finally stopped for air she pulled her hands from around my neck and took a step back from me. We stood there looking into each other’s eyes for several seconds. Then she reached over with one hand and pulled the spaghetti strap off her shoulder and let it drop down her arm. She continued watching my face while she reached over and pulled the other strap and let it drop. She gave her body a little shake and the sundress dropped to her feet. The only thing she was wearing was a pair of peach colored panties.
I looked down at her; she was perfect. Her pert breasts sticking out towards me, her large nipples fully erect, the flair of her hips, her flat stomach, the panties disappearing in the space between her legs.
I started to reach out to her, to touch her, but she put out a hand to stop me. Oh, right. I reached up to unbutton my shirt but she quickly pulled my hand away and pushed it down by my side. While I watched, she stepped closer and slowly unbuttoned my shirt and then pulled it off my arms and tossed in aside on the floor beside her dress. When she reached for my shorts to pull them down I grew nervous. I knew I was already hard and wondered what she would think when she saw it. But she did not react when I was suddenly freed from my shorts; hard and sticking out, touching her stomach as she stood close to me. She tossed my shorts aside and then took my hand.
We walked over and moved into the middle of the bed and lay on our sides facing each other. At first we just looked into each other’s eyes. I put a hand on her hip and slowly moved it up her side and then gently touched the bottom of one of her breasts. It felt soft and smooth and firm all at the same time. I let my hand run over the top of it and then continued moving up to caress her neck before pulling her head to me so I could kiss her.
We had kissed for just a moment when I felt her hand tug at mine, pulling it back down to her breast. I caressed it softly but then felt her hand push down on mine. She wanted me to use a firmer touch. I squeezed her breast firmly and felt her lean into me and sigh. As I moved to the other breast I felt one of her hands move between us to take me in her grip. Her fingers moved slowly up and down my shaft, squeezing and stroking me; grabbing me tight at the base and pulling my erection against her.
I pulled my lips from hers and moved my head down to kiss to bottom of her breasts, between them, to the sides, but not the nipples. I kept repeating this until finally she took my head in both of her hands and tugged on me until my mouth was against one of her nipples. I open my lips and let the nipple slide into my mouth and began running my tongue around and over it. And then I moved over to the other nipple to do the same.
As her breathing became heavier I slowly began kissing my way down her stomach. I slid down off the bottom of the bed and then came back up between her legs kissing the inside of her thighs, first one side and then the other, slowly getting higher. When I got to the crease at the top of her thigh I felt her thighs tighten against my shoulders. I looked up at her. She had a look of excitement, surprise, even concern on her face as she looked down at me.
I watched her face as I kissed the bottom of her mound and then slowly moved lower until I could gently tug with my lips on one of hers. I watched as the look of surprise and concern became softer and her eyes partially closed. I ran my tongue over the right side and then the left; feeling the texture of her, tasting her. As I slid my tongue between her lips I felt her hips lift up off the bed. I moved an inch higher and let my tongue move along each side of her clitoris without actually touching it. Over and over I repeated that until finally I let my tongue glance against her clitoris, circling it and then move away. I moved back and let my tongue work around it again and then just a little tease of a touch. As I started to move away again she groaned and took my head in her hands and pulled me back. I began slowly, using the broad sweep of my tongue over her clitoris followed by little flicks across it. Her thighs began squeezing against my shoulders then opening wider; her knees up in the air. I moved my arms under her legs and up to her chest; first cupping her breasts in my hands and then running my fingers over her nipples.
It was barely a minute later when I heard her let out a little cry. I kept my tongue on her clitoris and looked up into her face. She was looking down at me with a surprised look on her face, her mouth open. Then suddenly her hips began bucking up against me as her orgasm began. Her thighs squeezed tightly against my shoulders. I could feel her lips move beneath mine as the spasms began deep inside of her.
When she was finished she spread her legs wider once again and reached down to my head and tugged on me to get me to come up to her. I was more than ready. As I moved up on my hands and knees until I could kiss her I felt her arms move down to my waist pulling me against her. I could feel my erection pushing into her stomach. I pulled away from our kiss as I felt her hand move between us to grab me. I looked down between our bodies as she pushed me down between her legs.
As she pulled her hand away I lowered myself onto her. I carefully thrust my hips forward. She was so wet I slipped right inside her. Not knowing if this was her first time or not I stopped just with the head inside of her. I held there just for a moment and then felt her hands on my butt pulling at me, trying to get me deeper in her. It was all the encouragement I needed. I thrust forward. She was so wet I slid into her until our bodies were flush in one stroke. It felt so good in her I couldn’t control myself; I pulled back a bit and thrust hard into her again. With each push into her I could feel her excitement build, her breathing become more ragged. I slipped my hands beneath her hips to pull her tighter to me; thrusting harder and faster into her. I could feel her push up against me as I thrust into her; pulling back until I would almost fall out of her and then push back as deep as I could get in her.
I wanted to slow down, make it last longer but I couldn’t; I was to close. The excitement of our two bodies rubbing against each other was just too much. With one last push into her I felt the tingle begin in me; spreading down to my toes and up to the top of my head. Then a moment later I was cumming in her, filling her; each spurt from me given with a push against her, trying to be as deep in her as I could.
We lay there for a moment, me still on top of her; beads of sweat dripping from our bodies onto the bed, our breathing slowly trying to return to normal. I shifted some of my weight onto my knees and arms. I slipped an arm under her back and then rolled off of her onto my side, pulling her with me. She lay there in my arms, her head on my shoulder, neither of us speaking, both of us still breathing a bit hard.
After several minutes I heard her breathing gradually get slower and steadier. I lay there as she fell asleep on my shoulder, our arms wrapped around each other. At first her body would twitch against me every minute or so as she fell deeper into sleep. I lay there holding her to me, amazed at the evening, but so happy she was lying here in my arms.
I don’t know when I fell asleep. I was trying to stay awake. I wanted to keep holding her; feel her against me. But at some point the strenuous activity took its toll and I drifted off.
It was still in the middle of the night when I woke to find her lying on top of me; her head on my chest. I thought she was asleep but she felt my movement and looked up at me. When she saw I was awake she kissed my chest, then my neck and finally my lips. They were soft kisses, not the frantic, urgent kisses of earlier in the night. I didn’t realize I was already hard until she pushed back against me and I slid into her again.
I lay there while she slowly raised and lowered her hips against me; letting me come almost completely out of her and then pushing herself back against me to get me deep into her again. We did that for several minutes before she put her hands on my chest and rose up into a sitting position on me. She sat there, impaled on me, the two of us not moving, just looking at each other. And then I felt her squeeze me. It felt so good it made me move up against her. She smiled and squeezed me again, and then again.
I reached up and moved my hands across her breasts, cupping them, rubbing her nipples. She stopped squeezing me and began slowly rocking her hips on me, back and forth, never taking her eyes off my face. On one sweep with my hands I rubbed across her stomach and she moaned and pushed down hard against me. I found a spot she likes.
I began alternating, rubbing her breasts and then her stomach. She began rocking harder on me. In just minutes her face tightened, a look of almost pain crossed her face and then she jerked her hips on me, I felt her nails sink into my chest. Her vagina went into spasm around me. It felt so tight, like she had me in her fist. I watched her as she closed her eyes tight and moan, only to open them for a moment, look at me, and then close them again. After about thirty seconds she collapsed on my chest gasping for air.
When she had recovered sufficiently she began moving back against me. I had been on the edge watching her and it took me just a few minutes before I came again. When I had finished we lay there, her head on my chest, my arms wrapped around her.
I don’t know who fell asleep first this time. I only know that when I woke there was light coming in through the window and I was alone in bed. I turned on my side and saw her across the room. She had her panties on and was pulling the sundress down over her head. With a little shake of her hips she had it on and in place. Her hair was a bit disheveled and she began to comb it with her fingers. She was beautiful even in the morning.
She slipped her sandals on her feet and then walked over to the bed and sat on the edge. I reached out to take her hand in mine. What could I say to her that she would understand? How could I tell her I thought I was in love with her? Did she love me or was this just a lark? She reached out with her other hand and brushed my hair back out of my eyes. We sat there for a moment just looking at each other; her other hand against my cheek.
I knew she wouldn’t understand but I needed to tell her anyway. I looked up into her eyes and said, “I love you”.
She looked at me for several seconds and then a big smile appeared on her face. She said, “I love you too. I have to go now but I’ll be back at sunset”.
My mouth fell open. I was speechless. She spoke perfect English. Not even a trace of an accent. Before I could say anything else she got up and was out the door. I flung the sheet aside, got up and quickly put on a pair of shorts. By the time I got to the patio she was halfway across the grass. I watched her walking quickly away just for a moment before I was able to get out a weak sounding “What, how”?
At the edge of the grass she stopped and turned to look back at me. She waved and called back to me, “My name is Sara”. She smiled, turned, and hurried away. I could hear her laugh, the same as the one when she was kicking her feet in the surf, as she walked across the sand.
Once she was out of sight I returned to the house to take a shower and get ready for tonight’s sunset.
Epilogue
As Sara walked across the sand she thought of the things she still needed to accomplish in the next couple of hours. A final cleanup of the house was in order. It was really nice of her friends to loan her their rental house for the week. She still needed to get a couple of presents for her children but she could do that on the way to the airport. And she still needed to get packed.
She followed the path as it turned to the left away from the beach and went up a slight rise to the house where she was staying. She paused and looked back. From here she could just see over the rise and watched as Paul walked back into his house. She wished her husband were more like Don; a bit leaner, a bit taller, a few years younger and better in bed. What a coincidence, their having the same first name. She smiled and went on into the house and closed the door behind her.

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